Mary C. F. Münster

“ Loomed dimly through the gathering gloom of night,
And the spent waves that broke below the town
Plained moaning in the darkness.
Plained moaning in the darkness. Dank and cold,
The dead pale night lay heavy on the earth,
When through the gusty streets of Salamis,
Thus, long and long ago, a lover cried,—
“Sleepest thou, love?—my love? I call thee mine,
Nor dread the flashing of thy haughty glance
May blast me for the words. I fear no more
Thy scorn; for ’tis the last time I shall plead
For pity to a heart that knows no ruth. ”